Lyrics:
That old ford truck was your daddy's worst fear
Oh I remember the way love felt in freshman year
Graduated in may we went our separate ways
Til
Climb every mountain
Search high and low
Follow every by way
Every path you know
Climb every mountain
Ford every stream
Follow every rainbow
Till
at the diamonds on you
Forgot you came out a cold world
Driving Taurus got you Ford
The trap like a cancer, crabs in the barrel
You still adored it
You was in
the world's a sunny day, oh yeah
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So Mama don't take my Kodachrome away
If you took all the girls I knew
geniuses now sharing this family tent
Evidently I love rap, but I'm mad crashed
But I've been mad at the fact I'm still making words rap
I'm petulant
There's nothin like bein in love an' starin' at a big ol' moon
Hell, when I was in high school, a drive by shooting meant
Somebody had their rear
2, 3, 4
Suppose the world was not informed
By real estate or power lines?
The hidden river of my life pursued by love
The whispering stone,
(Tracy Byrd/Byron Hill)
Not so long ago
On his way home from work
He'd stop by the side of the road
Step out of that old beat up Ford
That he
Ford cars go by
Now on Saturday night the white folks danced and ol' Coot he'd pick and sing
He had an old RC bottle neck that he'd slide up and down
brought up?
I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort
Or even a four-track recorder
So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
the liquor to myself
Got a little wealth so I gotta thank the Lord,
Couldn't do it by myself, got some help from Colt Ford
Now we in a Ford, and we travel
the open sky, not a single care.
In my old Ford truck, on a dirt road ride,
Living for the moment, with my girl by my side.
Sunset in the rearview, dreams
To the pony that you love the best
There's a medicine at the gate
And a number on your back
And this world is all jacked up like a Cadillac
Painted by
when he went there to get her
We put on a shine, put on a motor
Built out of love, made for the water
Ran her for years, 'til the transome got rotten
brought up?
I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort
Or even a four-track recorder
So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
I'm a beat-up Ford, you're a Cadillac
There ain't nothin' wrong with that
Your folks think I'm poor white trash
There ain't nothin' wrong with
dumbfucks
Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough
I kept my lawn cut
This felon conduct
I got my arm out the window of an armed truck
It's Teamster Union
Jesse got married, had a wife and a son
Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers' guns
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late
But how
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive
You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by
Fuck love yeah jag ska aldrig bli kär igen
Fuck love yeah jag kan inte lita på någon vän
Så fuck love, vad är nyckeln till kärlek
Behöver drugs, jag
the high life
Money burning a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans
Grandpa's with Lord now, but we got a new Ford now
And we can watch the Big
That ain't my lawn, that ain't my porch
But he's kissed me on those steps before
I said, "I love you more" at least a hundred times
I picked that
(Run for your lives!)
He's got cool cars and gadgets
Loves brunettes and blondes
Your husband loves these movies
He loves brunettes and blondes
Brosnan
Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
It's gonna cost you more if I gotta
.jpg/200px-Lita_Ford_at_Jones_Beach_2012_01_(cropped).jpg "Lita Ford")
.jpg/200px-Lita_July_2017_(cropped).jpg "Lita")
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